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why is it that every summer seems to be more and more fun,
and every fall it gets harder and harder to accept that the fun's over and won't be back for another year.
i miss the beginning of summer. i rarely hung out with anyone outside of my 4 closest friends,who i pretty much would have died for, and would still do anything in my power for them. though we don't talk a fraction of how much we used to, there's not a day that goes by i don't think of them. i've never felt so loved, protected, and supported by a group of friends in my entire life. as strung out as i got, i wouldn't change it for anything in the world.
i miss the middle of summer. when i got off the yay and started partying with chris patrick and all them again. met a shit ton of new people, one being ben. there was something to do every single night, and on the rare occasion there wasn't, we made something to do.
currently, i mostly miss..
the last month and a half or so of summer. when me and ben started talking. when every one thought we were the cutest. when he couldn't stand to let go of me for more than 5 minutes. when we'd get drunk and have intense conversations in my car. how who ever was in my car would laugh at us because we both knew every word to vanilla ice's "ice, ice baby". sitting in front of his house for at least 30 minutes every time i dropped him off because every time we would start to say bye, he would start kissing me again and tell me how hard it was to leave.
wow. my eye's are watering, but i just did my make-up so crying isn't an option. earlier i was planning on writing this long, insightful, philosophical journal entry but all i've managed to do here is re-live the past and squash my own good mood. whew. i need a cigarette, and to call ben.. hopefully he'll be in a good mood tonight.
and every fall it gets harder and harder to accept that the fun's over and won't be back for another year.
i miss the beginning of summer. i rarely hung out with anyone outside of my 4 closest friends,who i pretty much would have died for, and would still do anything in my power for them. though we don't talk a fraction of how much we used to, there's not a day that goes by i don't think of them. i've never felt so loved, protected, and supported by a group of friends in my entire life. as strung out as i got, i wouldn't change it for anything in the world.
i miss the middle of summer. when i got off the yay and started partying with chris patrick and all them again. met a shit ton of new people, one being ben. there was something to do every single night, and on the rare occasion there wasn't, we made something to do.
currently, i mostly miss..
the last month and a half or so of summer. when me and ben started talking. when every one thought we were the cutest. when he couldn't stand to let go of me for more than 5 minutes. when we'd get drunk and have intense conversations in my car. how who ever was in my car would laugh at us because we both knew every word to vanilla ice's "ice, ice baby". sitting in front of his house for at least 30 minutes every time i dropped him off because every time we would start to say bye, he would start kissing me again and tell me how hard it was to leave.
wow. my eye's are watering, but i just did my make-up so crying isn't an option. earlier i was planning on writing this long, insightful, philosophical journal entry but all i've managed to do here is re-live the past and squash my own good mood. whew. i need a cigarette, and to call ben.. hopefully he'll be in a good mood tonight.